A few months ago, my friend John Calvin waltzed into the Deli on a Tuesday evening alongside a bearded man named Daniel Foulks. After a song or two Daniel hopped onstage and started playing fiddle with us. Since then, Michael and I have developed a genuine friendship with the man named Daniel, and performed with him as often as possible (always gotta pay the fiddler.) Next week, Daniel will be embark on a tour with his bluegrass band, Mark Phillips and the Third Generation. He'll be gone until about August. We're gonna miss him.